Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.